The world is ahead.

Christmas morning

This may give away the end of my tale – for those who haven’t figured it out yet – but I just had to share.

Having no home really isn’t all that bad. I fell asleep next to Dozer, petting him while listening to Silent Night. His adorable face was the last I saw on Christmas Eve and the first I saw on Christmas morning. I even woke up to him licking my face. Yes, I slept in a sleeping bag on the floor of a dog kennel for Christmas, and it was perfect.

It may not feel a bit like Christmas, but I have plenty to be happy about!